Judge:
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Mr. todd?
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Todd:
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At your service. and what may I do for you today, sir?
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A stylisg trimming of the hair? a sooting skin massage?
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Judge:
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you see sir, a man infatuate wihe love,
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her ardent and eager slave.
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so fetch the pomade and pumics stone
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and lend me a more seductive tone,
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A sprinkling perhaps of french cologne,
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but first sir, I think a shave.
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Todd:
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The closet I ever gave.
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Judge:
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You are in a merry mood today, Mr. todd.
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Todd:
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'Tis your delight sir, catching fire
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From one man to the next
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Judge:
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'Tis true sir, love can still inspire
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The blood to pound, the heart leap higher.
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Both:
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What more, what more can man require-
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Judge:
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Than love, sir?
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Todd:
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More than love, sir.
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Judge:
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What, sir?
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Todd:
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Women.
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Judge:
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Ah yes, women
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Todd:
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Pretty woman.
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Now then, my Friend. Now to your purpose.
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Patience, enjoy it.
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Revenge can't be taken in haste.
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Judge:
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Make haste, and if we wed, You'll be commended sir.
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Todd:
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and who, may it be said,
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Is your intended, sir?
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and who, may it be said,
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Is your intended sir?
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Judge:
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My ward. and Pretty as a rosebud
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Todd:
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Pretty as her mother?
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Judge:
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What? What was that?
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Todd:
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Nothing sir. Nothing. may we proceed?
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Pretty women. Fascinating. sipping coffe, dancing.
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Are a wonder. Pretty women.
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Sitting in the window or standing on the stair,
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Something in them
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Cheers the air.
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Ah, pretty women......
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Judge:
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Sillhouetted...
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Todd:
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Stay within you...
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Judge:
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Glancing...
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Todd:
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Stay Forever...
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Judge:
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Breathing lightly...
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Todd:
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Pretty women
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Both:
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Pretty Women!
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Blowing out their candles or
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combing out their hair.
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Judge:
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Then they leave.
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Even when they leave you and vanish, they somehow
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Can still remain
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there with you, there with you.
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Both:
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Ah, Pretty women...
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Todd:
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At their mirrors...
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Judge:
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In their gardens...
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Todd:
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Letter - writing...
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Judge:
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Flower- picking...
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Todd:
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Weather - watching...
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Both:
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How they make a man sing!
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Proof of heaven
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as you're living-
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Pretty women sir!
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Todd:
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Even when they leave you
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They still are there.
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They're there.
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Pretty Women
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| Stephen Sondheim |
